Summoning Infinite Movie

"It only lived for 5 minutes and then died." Master Pu Chai pressed the remote control button in his hand and played the video tape backwards. "Ruan Ming failed."

Returning to the place where the monster was reborn under the rebirth cloth, he pressed pause.

"Who is the person Ruan Ming wants to resurrect with the resurrection cloth?" Chi Xian asked after being silent for two seconds.

Jiang Jibei rolled his eyes and looked towards him.

Chi Xian stared quietly at the monster in the picture, with no expression on his brows, but Jiang Jibei could still feel that he was in a bad mood.

And Chi Xian's mood was mostly influenced by this "Ruan Ming" who looked exactly like Ruan Dulan.

Master Puchai also stared at the monster on the screen. After a while, he said a name: "nguyennam."

"The transliteration is 'Ruan Nan'." Ding Hui was translating aside.

"It's—" Pickled Cabbage Fish was about to say something, when Pu Chai suddenly put down the remote control and walked towards the TV, he stopped speaking.

Everyone quietly watched Puchai's movements, and saw him stop in front of the TV cabinet, squat down, and rummage through the cabinets, as if he was looking for something.

In the silent room, apart from everyone's steady breathing, there was only the slight bumping sound of Master Pu Chai's rummaging through things.

After searching for a while, Puchai seemed to have found what he wanted. He closed the drawer, stood up slowly with one hand on his knees, turned around and showed the things in his hands to the four young people: "I found it."

Several young people got up immediately and walked in front of him.

An old pocket watch cover lay quietly in Pu Chai's hand, it seemed to be quite old.

Jiang Jibei immediately thought of the uncovered pocket watch that Pu Chai stood on the bedside in the video tape just now.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that there was a black and white photo in the cover of the pocket watch, in which a man and a woman were standing.

"Pork belly chicken?"

The sauerkraut fish next to it has blurted out unbelievably.

A man and a woman in the photo are Ruan Dulan and Pork Belly Chicken. The two are leaning together, looking at the camera with a smile on their faces, looking very intimate.

Jiang Jibei keenly noticed that the face of the pork belly chicken in the photo was clean, without the horrible facial tattoos now.

"I took this pocket watch cover secretly when I ran away from Ming." Master Pu Chai didn't understand the meaning of the exclamation of pickled cabbage fish. Nam has a daughter. When I met Ming, Nam had been dead for a long time, leaving only a skeleton, and Ming was always with him.”

"Ruan Ming developed the life-returning cloth for the purpose of resurrecting his daughter?" Chi Xian looked at the two familiar faces in the photo with his brows furrowed.

"Yes." Pu Chai nodded, "But at least 50 years ago, he was unsuccessful. Now..."

What is the direction of the plot of father-daughter love?

Jiang Jibei found it unbelievable because the two had the faces of pork belly chicken and Ruan Dulan.

Everything seems to be gradually connected. The ticket seller he saw in the strange circus is the psychic Ruan Ming that Master Pu Chai knew, and also the artist Ruan Ming who was born in 1871.

They are the same person.

"Master, is Ruan Ming wandering around Southeast Asia with his circus to find a way to revive his daughter?" Ding Hui asked.

"I think so," Puchai replied.

Pickled cabbage fish seemed a little excited after getting clues related to pork belly chicken: "But if that's the case, is Ruan Ming still a human being?"

His question caused everyone to fall into silence again.

The answer is obvious.

Master Pu Chai also said just now that there is no magic technique of immortality in this world, and it is impossible for Ruan Ming to live from 1871 to 2021.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Jibei turned his gaze to Master Pu Chai's face: "I have seen Ruan Nan."

"In the circus?" Pu Chai was referring to the replay of the live video that Jiang Jibei showed him just now.

"Not just that one time." Jiang Jibei shook his head.

Master Pu Chai is the key figure in the plot and an important character who holds the clues, so he doesn't need to hide anything.

Jiang Jibei revealed everything, including seeing the account "corpse feast 1970" at the beginning, then went to Myanmar to look for a circus, lost consciousness after seeing Ruan Ming and his daughter, and appeared strangely at home in China a month later, followed by A photo of the returning cloth appeared on the phone, and Ruan Nan appeared at his door twice.

Of course, he still kept some, and didn't say that the pork belly chicken came for help.

"I guess Ruan Ming's reincarnation cloth has not been successfully researched yet." After finishing speaking, Jiang Jibei scanned the crowd, "Because when Ruan Nan appeared in front of me, he was still in the state of a spirit body. Chi and I Xian used the spell to disperse her twice."

"She appeared twice later?" The pickled cabbage fish's expression was a little shocked, and it seemed difficult to accept the incident, "Brother Ji, why didn't you tell me..."

Chi Xian glanced at him: "Because we have other concerns."

Chi Xian's words reminded Pickle Fish that the reason why they concealed it might be related to Pork Belly Chicken himself.

Thinking of the stakes involved, the pickled cabbage fish obediently shut up.

"Master Puchai, do you know what happened to the tattoo on Ruan Nan's face?" Jiang Jibei asked, "When we saw her, her face was covered with strange tattoos, she looked like an ancient tribe in Myanmar custom."

Judging from his expression, Pu Chai was not surprised by Ruan Nan's appearance: "I heard Ming mention once that when his daughter just died, he tried all kinds of witchcraft in order to preserve her body and soul. That The tattoos are directly stabbed on the face of the corpse, which can imprison the soul of the deceased to prevent it from dissipating."

The role of Ruan Ming is really ruthless, Jiang Jibei secretly thought in his heart.

"How much do you know about their father and daughter?" he asked.

"I don't know much. I didn't stay with Ming for long, and I ran away quickly because of fear." Pu Chai sighed, "I only know that he is from Vietnam and his daughter was killed in Cambodia. .As for when he died, he didn't tell me."

"Vietnam used to be the overlord of Southeast Asia, it invaded and ruled Cambodia." Chi Xian pointed out some key background information.

Then Ruan Nan's death is easy to understand.

Based on the clues he has now, Jiang Jibei peeled off the cocoons and gradually figured out a general direction.

Vietnamese artist Nguyen Minh lived and created art in Southeast Asian countries, but suddenly disappeared when he reached the peak of his creation in the 20s. Presumably his daughter Nguyen Nam died in Cambodia at that time.

Since then, the artist Ruan Ming disappeared and was replaced by the psychic Ruan Ming who was running around to revive his daughter.

"Those strange exhibits in the circus should also be related to Ruan Nan." Jiang Jibei thought for a while, and put forward his own conjecture, "If the resurrection cloth has not been successful, then Ruan Ming must need a lot of experimental products to continue to develop. "

In the photos posted by the account "Corpse Feast 1970", the source of the strangely dead bodies can be traced.

So, who is the owner of this account?

Could it be Ruan Ming himself?Why is he sending this out?

"Master, do you know the principle of the returning cloth? What is its production method?" Ding Hui asked.

When she got to the point, Pickled Fish quickly translated her words to Chi Xian and Jiang Jibei.

The four young men looked at Puchai together, waiting for his answer.

Ruan Ming allowed Pu Chai to participate in the video recording and resurrection ceremony, which shows that he has a certain trust in Pu Chai, and he may have disclosed some specific information to Pu Chai.

It seemed that something he didn't want to remember was mentioned, and Master Puchai's expression became even worse.

He clenched the cover of the pocket watch in his hand, lowered his head, stared at the smiling father and daughter on it, and murmured: "That's an extremely evil method..."

Coming out of Puchai's house, Jiang Jibei realized that it was completely dark.

Ding Hui and Pickled Fish, who understand Thai, stayed in the house and continued to communicate with Master Pu Chai, while Chi Xian accompanied Jiang Jibei out to breathe.

The two of them didn't go far, they left the house and stood against the wall.

Chi Xian lowered his head slightly, reached into his arms, took out the cigarette case, and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Xiao Daoist, give me one too." Jiang Ji nodded his chin towards Chi Xian.

Chi Xian paused to put away the cigarette case, opened the lid, pushed one of them out with his thumb, and handed the cigarette case to Jiang Jibei.

Jiang Jibei took out the cigarette, held it in his mouth, took a step forward, and approached Chi Xian.

He raised his face slightly, let the cigarette in his mouth touch the cigarette in Chi Xian's mouth, and used his cigarette to light himself up.

Chi Xian tilted his head so that the smoke in his mouth would be closer to Jiang Jibei.

After lighting the cigarette, Jiang Jibei didn't back away immediately, he reached out and took it out of his mouth, and kissed Chi Xian's side face: "Thank you, Xiao Daoist."

The trail chief, who was suddenly taken advantage of, bit his cigarette, touched his face, and couldn't help but curl the corner of his lower lip, sweeping away the depression just now.

The two stood side by side against the wall, looking at the bright starry sky, smoking quietly.

Unknown insects chirped loudly and loudly from the grass. From time to time, villagers who took a walk after dinner passed by on the path in front of Puchai’s house. They looked at these two handsome foreign men curiously, and soon smiled. Chatted and left.

When the cigarette was half smoked, Jiang Jibei crossed his chest with one hand and flicked the ash with the other hand: "The relationship between Ruan Ming, Huishengbu and the circus is basically understood."

Hearing his words, Chi Xian turned to look at him: "Yes."

"There are still some questions that have not been answered." Jiang Jibei also turned to look at him, "How did I teleport from Myanmar to my home? Whose skeletons are on the phone photos? And why did the photos appear on my phone? ?”

Chi Xian's gaze paused: "You mean—"

"I suspect that I am already dead." Jiang Jibei calmly expressed his conjecture, "That skeleton is me, and I was resurrected with a resurrection cloth."

"..."

Chi Xian didn't answer right away. He held a cigarette, thought for a moment, and seemed to agree with Jiang Jibei's conjecture: "Assuming this premise is true, you died in a circus, but the place where you were reborn is not the place where you died, does it mean that , who resurrected you..."

"You don't necessarily know that I'm resurrected." Jiang Jibei continued calmly, "If this conjecture is true, I might just be one of Ruan Ming's experimental subjects, and he has more experimental subjects. We are all just The stepping stone he laid in order to revive Nguyen Nam."

The two fell silent.

They invariably recalled what Puchai had just said at Puchai's home.

The dim light on the TV screen fell on Puchai's old face. The psychic in his 60s was staring at the paused picture on the screen, and his trembling facial muscles showed his tension and fear.

"...Ming tried many methods, all of which were based on killing people, but all ended in failure.

"The resurrection cloth is one of his attempts. He mixed the bones and part of the soul of the dead with cursed water to grind it into a slurry, and drew patterns and spells on the white cloth..."

At this moment, Jiang Jibei's cell phone in his coat pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

Almost at the same time, Chi Xian's cell phone also vibrated crazily.

Jiang Jibei took out his mobile phone, and just unlocked the lock screen, he saw a small red dot in the upper right corner of the chat software icon, and the number on it was constantly increasing.

Clicking in, it was Duan Geng who was frantically sending messages in the discussion group of "Looking for the Strange Circus".

Duan Qianqian: "Where are you guys??? Are you okay???@半草打不但医师@私人行旅定定＋[email protected]Babel Tower Carrier Pigeon"

Duan Qianqian: "Say something??? @ampoule break but nurse @私人行旅定定＋[email protected]Babel tower carrier pigeon"

Duan Qianqian: "Have you read the news on the Internet???@小露拍鬼中@池广@酸菜鱼"

Duan Qianqian: "Is there anyone who can contact the Lao team???"

None of the people who were @'d said anything.

Jiang Jibei's eyelids twitched, and he quickly scrolled up the chat history, and found that the Burmese group sent two conversations more than three hours ago.

Cang Cangjiang: "We are late, the circus has left Yangon."

Duan Qiannian: "Oh, it's really annoying."

At that time, Jiang Jibei was dealing with the head-subduing master, and then came to Master Puchai's house to watch the video. He didn't have time to take care of his mobile phone, so he didn't see the message they sent.

And two hours ago, the doctors of the Laos group also sent a few messages to the group.

The ampoule can't break the nurse: "We seem to have found a circus! In Vientiane, the capital of Laos! @Everyone"

The ampoule couldn't break the nurse: "We bought the tickets, and we are not allowed to bring mobile phones. Now we go in. I will hide the mobile phone and find a way to secretly take pictures later."

The ampoule couldn't break the nurse: "It looks scary inside."

The ampoule couldn't break the nurse: "We are going to sneak into the background to take a peek."

The doctor sent a total of four messages, except for the first two which were sent consecutively, and there was a long time interval between the third and fourth.

After reporting on the final itinerary, the doctor never spoke again.

Then there was the news that Duan Geng sent madly just now.

Xiao Ji is in the middle of catching ghosts: "What's going on?"

Before Duan Geng could reply, Editor Cui first sent a news feed.

Seeing the title, Jiang Jibei's pupils shrank suddenly.

Chi Xian, who was next to him, looked at his mobile phone, read out in a cold voice: "Three domestic tourists died in a strange way in Vientiane, Laos. The cause of death is still under investigation."